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Saturday, February 14, 2004

Beautiful
My fotolog friend and fellow San Diegan suzannasugar got married last month and posted some of the most beautiful pictures I've ever seen.

Congratulations, Suzanna!

Friday, February 13, 2004

Heaven isn't too far away
On the way to work today I was almost killed by an 18 wheeler. This is not the first brush with death I've had en route to my job. Maybe fate is trying to tell me something. Anyway, I proceeded to have the best day of work ever, leading me to believe that I had in fact died and gone to heaven.

After school I decided that if I were an angel I could eat anything I want and bought some french fries. Surely in heaven the fries are phenom. These were not, suspending my convictions of being truly dead.

Afterwards I began wondering exactly why my idea of heaven just means a good day at school. I have really lowered my standards.

My very neglected fotolog has been updated, FYI.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

I finally finished A Confederacy of Silence. The Mississipian bloggers might know what I'm talking about--the book that followed the murder trial of Handy Campbell. My mind has been focused on it for several days now. For those of you who don't know what I'm referring to, the book was written by a journalism student from NY who graduates and moves to MS to write as a sports editor for the Greenwood newspaper. The author follows the promising, black football player, Handy Campbell, through his successes in high school and ultimate murder trial. Ironically, Handy's trial occurred the same time as O.J.'s. Handy's case was far from sensationalized, yet the implications of his trial disturb me most.
*Spoiler warning*



Handy went to play football for MSU, but left the team after a few weeks because he found out he would not get a chance to play that season. He transferred to Ole Miss, but did not last there long either. He was kicked off the team for ambiguous circumstances. Six years later Handy and an accomplice were on trial for killing Freddie Williams, a black gay man and friend of his. It's disappointing that Handy could not play football, presumably, because of his race; it is sad that two men will kill a friend over the use of his car. However, it's preposterous that the defendants were acquitted not because they were innocent, but rather no one cared. A juror was asleep for the duration of the trial; the prosecution had a good case, but poorly presented it; the defense's argument rested solely on making the jury care even less about the victim. It even took the police months to find a body that had always been in a fairly visible area. I never thought the story would end this way. As a whole, the book is a fairly disturbing interpretation of racism in the"new" south.


Coincidentally, I've been reading another book, Whitewashing Race. It may have a more holistic perspective on current racial issues through research and statistics, but I've still been able to distance myself from reality because I'm just looking at research and statistics. Confederacy was more poignant, because it was palpable. Both books are equally fascinating and illustrate the point that while the Civil Rights Movement made many changes, we almost taken a step backwards since then. We are far from becoming a color-blind society. Isn't it strange that progress impedes our ability to see the need for more change? So, I wonder what it will take to have another explosion, in a sense, on par with the civil rights movement.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Firm Believer
I bought a mattress and box spring over the weekend. They arrived today. I'm quite excited, because my old mattress was absolutely pitiful. In conjunction with those foam egg crates (i.e. miracle workers), I'll have the softness I desire, leaving plenty of support for my back. Time for a nap.

Sunday, February 08, 2004

Ms. Comrade and I tried to go see that Tad Hamilton movie yesterday afternoon but I misread the paper and we showed up an hour late. It was either wait 4 hours until the next showing or see Miracle. We headed for the bar.
And that is where we stayed until 2 am.

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